Hey everyone, I'm back, and with an Avengers fanfiction! Yesterday/the wee hours of the following morning I saw the Marvel Triple bill at my local cinema. It consisted of Avengers Assemble, Captain America: The Winter Solider, and finally... Avengers: Age of Ultron! I've been inspired.

WARNING, IF YOU DON'T WAN'T SPOILERS, STOP READING NOW: Clintasha didn't happen in the film, although this was probably established already for any Clintasha shippers from the final trailer in which the Black Widow and Hulk romance is hinted at. From my fanfic you can guess that that hinted romance became a thing. After all the hype for Clintasha and the first film I shipped them since, so seeing that ship, although I was happy for both of our spies with what they were given, I was disappointed with that aspect.

Furthermore, there WILL BE SPOILERS FOR THE FILM! End of warning.

Finally, I don't own Marvel's the Avengers, any of the characters or anything related to them. Everything belongs to Marvel and Disney.

I hope you all enjoy, readers!

It happened so fast.

One second he was standing not twenty feet away from her and firing one of his numerous ballistic arrows.

The next, a neon blue blur whizzed past him, flipping him over onto the ground.

He was shot in the process.

All care for the blur was erased from her mind as she mindlessly charged towards him, forcing her legs to kick off of the ground harder and her lungs to take in more oxygen. The rat-a-tatting of gunfire was distant now, although she was still close to the fray, yet it didn't matter.

Barton was down.

He needed aid.

And she was the closest to him.

The ash, rubble, pines and snow clung to her cat suit clad knees as she skidded to a stop beside him, her small hands resting on his shoulder and chest trying to still him. The pain must have been terrible, for he continuously fought against her hold; a reflex to fight and somehow lessen the pain he was in.

"Clint," she spoke softly yet loud enough to hear and an authoritative tone to listen. His head stopped lolling from side to side, and his eyes – his brilliant blue eyes – locked onto hers. There was no panic in them. There was only the veil of pain and his relief that she was with him.

"Clint, stay still, okay?"

Her emerald eyes scanned the wound, bile rising in her throat as she took in the sight of the grievous hole the shot had made in his side. The tissue had come apart, and crimson blood pooled out of him profusely, but at a stable rate.

She could save him.

The tsunami of relief she felt could've overpowered her pragmatism had it not been for the fact that she was one of the world's deadliest assassins and her friend was close to death, sure to die if they didn't get him to the quinjet quickly enough.

By now the blood had completely oozed over the palm of her gloved hands, clinging greedily onto them.

The rate at which he was losing his life source kicked her mind back into gear. Thoughts of who could afford to leave the battle and get him to safety flitted frantically in her mind until finally it stopped on the suitable Avenger.

Blonde hair, blue eyes… a red cape…. Mjolnir.

Thor!

She didn't waste a single second in activating her earpiece again.

"Barton's down, he needs immediate medical attention!" She blurted, trying desperately to keep her words from becoming a slurred tangent. "Someone fast needs to take him."

"Thor can take him," Steve responded immediately over the short static.

"I can," the thunder God confirmed. The metallic bang of his hammer smashing into the armour of one of the many Hydra soldiers boomed across the battleground.

"Thor's on it, Romanoff, when he takes Barton get the Big Guy back."

"I got it," Natasha nodded curtly, hand slipping from her ear to press against Barton's wound again. Clint hissed in pain and tried to roll out of the way again, but Natasha's hand was firmly planted on his shoulder.

The red head's emotions toiled inside of her, like a tornado, throwing many emotions she had fought so hard not to feel – anger, fear, hope, longing. The last one was not new, for she had experienced it many times. It was a longing for him to make it out of whatever scrapes the team, he or she got him into every time.

She stomped them down like a child with a tantrum and looked into his eyes. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder before sliding up to touch his face ever so gently, lovingly.

"Clint," it was a whisper, a caress. Her blood crusted fingertips ghosted down his cheek and along his jaw line. The ghost of a beard was still on his chin, untaken care of. She removed her left glove, wanting desperately to feel the sharp hair beginning to grow there.

Fire roared up her fingers and arm upon the touch of his clammy skin. Even in the cold, harsh winter of Sokovia he was still so warm. A side effect of being injured badly.

'Come on, Thor.'

"Tasha…"

"My Lady," Thor's proud voice boomed, causing the Russian spy to whip her head round to face him. He was approaching swiftly, red cape swishing around him and licking at his ankles, hammer firmly in his grasp.

Relief surged through the only woman in the team, its force strong enough to push her head down until her chin was touching her chest.

"I will take him," the Asgardian declared, scooping the wounded agent up in his strong arms. Natasha stood as well, viciously fighting the strong urge to follow him, yet feeling the magnetic pull of battle insert its tendrils into her back and tug.

"He will be safe with me, Natasha."

The God's crystal blue eyes shone with understanding and sincerity, his mouth set into a thin line. She knew he could get Clint to safety faster than any other member of the team and make sure he lived. Thor may not have been native to earth, but he had taken the time to learn the basics of hooking Clint up to a machine that would keep him stabilised until more practical and skilled help arrived. She nodded, allowing the pull of battle to win.

Thor nodded once in return before shooting off of the ground, into the air, and carrying Clint out of her sight.

The butterflies in her stomach stopped fluttering in a mad dance and finally settled into something less that she could deal with. The slowed adrenaline in her veins rushed inside her once more, providing her with the strength she needed to fight once more. To fight, and this time harder.

For him.

Clint.

She rushed, headfirst, back into the fray; towards the tall, splintered trees, the gunfire and the flashing explosions, thoughts of one Clint Barton in her mind.

One chapter down, several more to go! Please read and review, ladies and gents, boys and girls. I hope you enjoyed. Stay awesome and get down to your nearest cinema and assemble with the Avengers against Ultron! If you've seen the film already, let me know what you thought of it. I'd really love to hear your thoughts and chat with you. If you've yet to see it, tell me how excited you are and what you think will happen and want to see.